Mama’s cath took nearly two hours and they still didn’t fix it.

It has been a long day, friends.

There’s calcification that’s preventing the placement of the stents, so our options are to fix it and to kind of fix it, which is to say open heart surgery or roto-root the vein involved and then place the stents.

We’re going full-tilt-boogie and having it all done.

In Atlanta.

The doctor here wants her to stay over the weekend, but she wants out to go spring Bill, and I’m not inclined to keep her here if they’re just observing her. I asked about the possibility of giving her blood thinners to go and he said no, just aspirin. She can give herself aspirin and she wants to go home.

Naturally we won’t leave if she’s in danger, but staying here is stressing both her and my stepfather out more than is necessary.

The doctor was kind of a bastard about the whole going home thing, putting his hands up in the defensive position, telling us he’s not in the business of telling people what they can and can’t do, but he’s going to heavily document the whole thing, which I completely understand, and then he had the temerity to call my mother sweetheart.

I had to call the insurance company after all that to check that we won’t run afoul of the insurance company if she leaves tomorrow, and they informed me that the division for her section of insurance closes earlier than the others and will reopen on Monday morning.

I plan for her to be at the new cardiologist’s office on Monday morning, I need to know now. Hilariously, I burst into great, gasping, sobbing tears and announced that if it were my own heart, it wouldn’t be so urgent, but it was my mother for crying out loud, and it’s the holiest day in all of christendom – Jesus Christ, our lord and saviour, died on the cross and was laid in his tomb on this very day, and couldn’t somebody please just help me help my mama before it was too late?

Once I stopped crying long enough, the lady on the phone asked me to please hold and she would find someone to help me.

I’m probably going to hell for that, but it was worth it.

I didn’t eat all day, and now I’m piled up in this hotel again. I ordered the most ridiculously unhealthy salad in the world. Fortunately my points week starts all over again on Monday.

That’s all the news that fits. I should go to sleep now. I don’t see my days getting any shorter soon.

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5 Responses to Lawsy.

  1. Julie Newsome says:

    Hang in there, Susan! You mom is a real trooper and a survivor! I do understand how stressful it must be for her and Bill to be apart especially during a time when they both need each other physically and emotionally. I will soon be facing the same problem when my mom goes into Augusta for a lengthy surgery and lengthy stay in the hospital while dad is home.

    Saying, “if there is anything I can do just let me know”, is always the proper thing to say at a time like this but I know that when you are going through it, there is nothing that anyone can do to help you get through it other than pray so I will do that!!

    Thanks for keeping mom in the loop of information it means the world to her! Keeping hanging tough!

    • S. says:

      She must have asked me ten times this morning if I knew when your mama’s operation is, so I finally put them on the phone together. It did her good to have a laugh and hear her voice.

      Keep me posted, too. You know I’m thinking about all of you.

  2. jaysaint says:

    Oh lord, nothing hilarious about it. What can I send you? Can I arrange for more Tina Turner care? Send a cleaner to your mom’s house? Why don’t I arrange some grocery/meal delivery? Where will you be?

  3. Sarah says:

    Sorry I didn’t see this until now. I have been where you are, you did way better than I did with the salad. I ate a whole bag of pecan sandies in a 24 hour period.
    Please keep us updated and if I get to hell first, I will save you a seat.

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